You know the phrase. Everything looks good. In theory. On paper.
On paper, my mom is in complete remission. Her white cell count has rebounded. Her blood work is perfect. She’s a textbook example of someone recovering from a stem cell transplant and round of high dose chemotherapy. Congratulations! You guys can leave Little Rock for a couple of months and go home!
In reality, my mom is in the hospital for the first time since she’s been there, with fluid on her lung, 10 pounds of extra fluid in her body, concern about her heart, a fever, an infection no one could really locate (because her immune system is so screwed up), and ground shaking nausea and other biological function issues.
Luckily, all these overwhelming issues that have broken my parents down the past 10 days are starting to let up – and hopefully they’ll be able to really come home next weekend. But, Jesus, how do you get such disparity between On Paper and In Reality?
That’s the next discussion to be had with the Doctor. Because, seriously? Never again.
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In a completely unrelated note, I got a speeding ticket today. For doing 40 in a 35.
Let me repeat. 40 in a 35.
Assholes. I understand it must be “Quota Day” for you Minions of Justice and Defense, but? Fuck off. You pulled me over 3 blocks from where drug deals go down regularly. Where packs of kids wander aimlessly on the street. Where you have a storefront police station set up because you know just how bad the neighborhood is that I was driving through.
Go clean that up. Leave my 5 MPH the hell alone. And you can BET I’m gonna spend the 2 hours to go down to court. ‘Cause I know you’re not gonna show up. And I’m gonna walk. And you? Will have wasted my time and made no impact.